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... hum softly beneath the obsidian floor, their runes pulsing in slow, disciplined rhythms. Anti-scrying laws intertwine with spatial anchors, severing the room from outside perception. Even sound bends unnaturally, swallowed before it can escape.
At the center of it all stands Alix.
He is alone—yet surrounded.
A translucent, floating screen hangs before him, visible only to his eyes. Lines of glowing script scroll downward in measured intervals, each line representing a law ...
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